This is a song about "Asses clapping"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

His crowd ain't excited, they're not clapping.

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Like i ran my d / in their big rhino asses

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

After the show i got with serval of the those asses

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Rapping machine clapping between

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then